Okayyyy... So. This is an old story I wrote a year or so ago. It's actually not half bad. So, I thought, What the heck. And now, here it is. It's old, around the time when we all though Deidara was "dead". Enjoy. I don't own Naruto.

A Letter to the Dead

Kurotsuchi looked out her window. She opened it.

So you died, eh, nii-san? She thought. And too think, I always thought you'd live to twenty.

Kurotsuchi sighed, "I'd better just write this all down."

Dear Deidara-nii,

So, you're dead. You blew yourself up. You idiot. You complete idiot. Deidara-nii, I though you'd at least make to twenty. I thought that you were smart enough to not blow yourself up.

But again, I was wrong.

Remember the day before you left? When I said that Mom, Dad, you, and I would always live together, happy ever after?

I was wrong.

And, why'd you decide to kill them and not me? Huh? Well, Deidara-nii, if you killed me, at least I we'd be together again.

And who'd ever think that you'd, of all people, would tell me, your little sister, who was incredibly bright, not to go to school on the day you went and blew it up, huh? (I'm not saying I'm mad, it was ready to collapse, don't you think?)

Anyways, I guess it's embarrassing when I call you Deidara-nii. So I'll stop. But, I do want to know a few things.

Why'd you leave?

Why'd you join the Akatsuki?

Why, more importantly, did you leave without saying good-bye?

I know it's not like you'll ever read this. You're dead. I'll have time to ask you when I'm dead, too.

But for now, I'm not, Deidara.

I'm alive. And it almost is shameful too say your name, anymore. People stopped talking about you. People stopped caring to talk about the idiot with the stupid art. Tsuchikage stopped sending the ANBU after you. You were just a waste of time.

And yet, it still hurt to say your name. For anyone.

To my terrorist bomber brother, I really hate to say this but,

I think people stopped caring about you.

But, on a happy note, I made Jonin, the Tsuchikage's bodyguard, even.

But when it happened, it hurt. Remember when we said that it was going to always be your position?

But, Deidara, why didn't you stay?

I'm not saying you'd like it any better, but at least… At least Tsuchikage would have forgiven you.

And, I should tell you; we are going to kill that Uchiha-teme for this. Or at least, I want to.

And you might want too know, I still remember when we were kids, or at least when I was a kid, and you were a Chunin with a secret. I said how cool it was to have mouths on your hands and you turned pale and immediately said it was horrible. And how, when people tried to pick on me, they'd have to go through my oh-so-smart older brother. And that always turned out ugly.

Well, Deidara-nii, good bye, until… Hopefully many years to come,

Kurotsuchi

Kurotsuchi stopped writing and looked at the letter.

"I have to go to the Tsuchikage," she said to no one.

She left, leaving the window opened.

And a wind blew it out.

Elsewhere…

A paper blew on to Madara Uchiha's mask

"What the heck is this?" He asked angrily, ripping it off himself. "Oh, it's a letter?"

He let it go, back into the wind.

"Hey, I don't need anyone's letter. I have a war to prepare for."

Well, Madara, you really should have read it.

Back in Iwagakure

"Oh, I left my window open," Kurotsuchi said. "Hey, where's the letter? Ah well, it's not like anyone's gonna read it."

END

Not my best work but hey... It's not half bad. Review, please?